One of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story’s greatest achievements—aside from pulling off one of the best stories in recent cinematic history where literally all of the heroes die—was using state-of-the-art visual effects to bring the late Peter Cushing back to play Grand Moff Tarkin.

I’m glad a century later they are able to turn their heads and move their faces a bit.

My guess is that these are Klingons separate from those in Enterprise who were affected by the Augment virus and lost their ridges. At some point between them, these Old Klingons combine with the TOS Klingons and the subsequent generations are the TNG Klingons.

I assume the “Vulcan Hello” is leaning your holographic butt against a real table. How... why... what???

Jesus Tapdancing Christ! The women who write the show these fuckheads love so much are getting harassed & doxxed for writing the show these fuckheads love so much. That is android head-exploding levels of irrationality.

Why is talking about the reality of what Black women face anti-Black male? We are always told we’re being divisive when we talk about what’s going on. It’s a great way to silence us and nothing has to change. This has nothing to do with white people and what they want.

Maybe it was a little needlessly rude to Jenkins and the rest of the film’s creators, but I don’t think he was wrong, and I think he does have a point.

I would generally say that any person who brings up IQ “differences between people” is trying to justify their racism with a misunderstanding of social science.

This is gospel, all of it.

Shaving your head can be a big deal. I did it a few years ago and I immediately regretted it. My head really is an odd shape. Those were a tough couple of weeks.

So was anyone else super disappointed that mad scientist Qyburn’s super secret dragon killing weapon was a freakin’ ballista? I was really expecting some awesome alchemy mumbo jumbo. Ignoring the logistics of hitting a dragon in flight with a ballista (I really hope he’s planning to make a lot more than one of them),…

I bet Cash Money that the line: “You’re not hitting a woman now!” shows up in issue no. 1.

True story, I dated a guy who lived down the street from the ice cream truck depot in the West Village. Around 5pm, every summer evening, they all roll out as an adorably coordinated sugar-fueled cheer army. The jingles were always delightful because even though they were loud, they just sound like happiness.

I couldn’t find anything on the article about this, but I think it’s an important feature:

It’s simple: No one is like Brienne. She is a paragon.